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[milesawayfrom]

Who: milesawayfrom & broketheloop
What: Hallucinations are abound! Enjoying a nice night at the bar? Nope. The event causes Abstergo Agents to bust in and Desmond and Clay have to run the hell away.
Where: Some Bar In Business District
When: 6/28 Night
Rating: PG-13
Notes: DESMOND AND CLAY HAVE POTTY MOUTHS. Possible spoilers for The Lost Archive if you still don't know

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[broketheloop]

Clay had had his fill of letters for the past week or so and decided to get out of the house. And, not wanting to remember the contents of the letters-- some of them...from himself, he headed to the nearest pub. Bar. Tavern. Whatever. It was a place that sold alcohol and he was going to get horrifyingly drunk. Entering the establishment, he crossed towards the bar, then stopped. Well, whaddya know? Desmond fuckin' Miles. He closed the distance between them.

"That seat taken?" He asked, half a second before settling on the stool beside Desmond. No, he wasn't going to wait for an answer.

[milesawayfrom]

"Help yourself." Desmond muttered, knowing that Clay really wasn't going to wait for him to answer. The guy had this weird way of... knowing him. He probably saw all his memories in the Animus while Desmond was off sorting out the memories of his ancestors in the Synch Nexus. It was a little unsettling, but, what in his life wasn't.

He raised his hand and flagged the bartender over and motioned to the assassin beside him. Clay really was an assassin. Desmond hadn't had the ceremony in Mandalus yet to re-establish the fact that he was one. The Brotherhood wasn't in the position to have fancy ceremonies just yet. Desmond glanced over at Clay. The man was related to him. Loosely, but, who the hell was counting? Ezio considered both of them his grandkids (because they were), so that made them cousins. Or, something. The Animus made everything more complicated.

"Tired of being couped up in the Villa Auditore?" He asked. He barely saw Clay leave the place once Ezio had dragged his ass there.

[broketheloop]

"Many thanks." Getting nice and settled, wiggling his ass into the barstool a little, he sighed. There. That was better.

That was one of the many problems with the Animus. Fiddling with peoples' lives, giving them family they didn't know they had. Causing the end of the world. NBD NBD. The bartender nodded, and within a minute, had a beer sitting in front of Clay. "Thanks, man." He nodded, then tipped the bottle back, taking a few swigs.

"Yeah. A guy can only take so much--" he then switched to a fakey Italian accent "please do not touch-a the weapons, Clay. Not unless you plan on-a using them."

[milesawayfrom]

"Yeah, sure. No problem." There was a half-assed shrug. Desmond really wasn't up for being social, but, Clay was going to make him be social anyways. Jerk.

He was almost grateful for the Animus in that regard. Giving him a family he didn't think he had. Sure, it made everything a mess and awkward as all hell. Having to go up to men that were five hundred, eight hundred, years old and telling them that they were his ancestors? It wasn't really easy.

Desmond gave a snort. It was pretty funny. "That accent is bad. I hope you don't use it around Ezio," then he paused. "It's weird living in the villa. Exactly like it was before Cesare decided to knock down the front door. He was a dick."